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A Mother wrote a letter asking how much longer must I wait
Before you send my boy back home to me
For my eyes are growing dim and Im longing for my Jim
Please hurry up and let my boy go free.
The warden read the letter and a tear fell from his eye
Sitting down he wrote her this reply
Theres a little box of pine on the 7:29 bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
Theres a valley filled with tears as the train of sorrow nears
The night is dark and the world is growing cold
There hes taking his last ride
Down the trail no more hell roam
On his face there is a smile
He know hes going home
The church was filled with people as the organ softly played
On their knees the congregation prayed
As they softly sang a hymn for poor widows Jim
For hes happy for hes going home to stay